The Colors of Desire by Judy Brackett

A craving is wet isn’t it
briny chartreuse except when it’s
cobalt wearing
a moonsheen

It’s an inhalation
a clenching
a sort of fist

It’s those few seconds
before you wake
when then and soon and now
possess you
your desires
mundane and strange
and you want all of it
and this oval
cobalt moment

All Rights Reserved--2007-2024